Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bahamas and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sight & Sound to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fuzztones,
Fatback Band,
John Lydon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Angels of Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gabor Szabo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Con Funk Shun,
The Walker Brothers,
Surgeon,
The Raincoats,
The Gladiators,
Suicide,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Symarip,
Supertramp,
New Age Steppers,
Shuggie Otis,
Fela Kuti,
The Cure,
The Dead C,
Don Cherry,
The Black Dice,
Faust,
Anakelly,
The Motions,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Intrusion,
Newcleus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Remains,
Cybotron,
Monolake,
Reuben Wilson,
Dark Day,
The Toasters,
Blake Baxter,
Jawbox,
Prince Buster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lyres,
Robert Wyatt,
Underground Resistance,
The Barracudas,
Subhumans,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Human League,
Stockholm Monsters,
MC5,
Ossler,
The Searchers,
Nico,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.